Miraculous Cataclysm Novels & Stories

​She drove the beam straight into the floating disc of zinc beneath her feet. ​The miles-wide metallic plate exploded into ten thousand jagged shards, the concussive blast sending a shockwave through the seventieth tier that physically tore the three Cancellers into molten fragments of scrap metal. The weightless void was instantly filled with a blinding, white-hot eruption of ancient, un-indexed magic that had been bottled up since the first dawn of the continent, tearing through the abandoned territories like a localized super-nova. ​The seventieth layer didn't just fail; it underwent a total, cataclysmic system crash.

Images flashed around me, shared with those who watched, fed me energy, images the wild magicks tried so hard to make me understand. But this time, when they reached the flash of Belaisle holding the mirror shard, they didn't stop. Instead, they wound on and on, showing us the future. What was coming. Death. Destruction. Fire and earthquake and the demise of our plane. Normal cities falling to plague and volcano, continents shifting and sinking into oceans boiling from the exposed magma beneath the Earth's crust. The sky tinted orange, the very air burning as the last magic of our plane exploded in a massive exodus of energy.

The indigo resonance we had built was being torn apart by the sheer volume of the truth. "It’s not an invasion!" I screamed, the sound echoing in the War Room. "It’s a harvest! They’re coming to eat the mountain!" With a sound like a thunderclap, the Obsidian Mirror didn't just crack—it exploded. Shards of black glass flew through the air like shrapnel. Malachi threw himself over me, his massive body acting as a shield as the dark energy of the vision dissipated into a cloud of foul-smelling smoke. The room went silent, save for the heavy, ragged breathing of the Council.

Everything between us finally came to an end. At that moment, a sharp scream echoed from the rooftop, followed by a violent tremor. I looked up. The rooftop structure collapsed entirely, sending debris and dust swirling through the air. Claire’s figure was buried beneath the ruins; not a trace of her remained. The woman who had ruined my entire life had finally received her ending. I floated in midair, silently watching as the world continued to destroy itself. Buildings collapsed. The earth shattered. Lava erupted. Oceans overflowed.

I was very worried that I would find Jared at my condo when I returned home, but luckily he wasn’t there. I let out a huge sigh of relief. At this second I was super glad that he didn’t have a key to my place. I felt secure being at home. Even though I was just starving a few hours ago, I couldn’t bring myself to eat anything. I had lost any appetite that I had. So I ended up just popping a pill to help with the headache I ended up with from all the crying. I looked in the mirror at myself. I barely recognized myself. I looked awful. I wasn’t someone who cared too much about my appearance but this was almost too much.

Mira said, still studying the documents. "A failsafe. If the binding is forcibly broken outside the proper astronomical conditions, it could cause catastrophic magical backlash." "Define catastrophic," Kael said carefully. "The suppressed power doesn't just release – it explodes. Everyone within a certain radius would be affected by uncontrolled primordial energy." Mira's face was pale. "The spell casters included this failsafe to ensure that even if someone tried to break the binding early, the result would be too dangerous to risk." "How large a radius?" Stephan asked.

Light exploded from the relic in a blinding flash, swallowing everything. The brilliant radiance of the relic dulled, soaking the chamber in a horrid, scintillating mist. Luna heaved with effort as the relic pulsed against her skin. Powered inside her now was a raging storm barely held in check, and her fists were clenched tightly. Mira's jaw worked, lips curling. "You think this is about justification? About morality? This is about survival. Without the moon's favor, we're nothing."

Each fragment became a mirrored storm cloud the Mirror Storm spreading in all directions. Siran’s eyes widened. “What is it doing?” “Testing the world,” Kaima whispered. “Every reflection will find its speaker every soul who shaped reality through thought and show them their unspoken truth.” The emissaries panicked as the storm expanded, mirrors falling like rain, each one carrying faint whispers. Ari raised her hands, summoning a shield of harmonic resonance to protect them, but even the shield began to tremble under the weight of its own reflection. Siran shouted over the roar, “It’s breaking through your barriers!”

Tsuki said. - The world, everyone who is here, how will it be? – Miraculous questioned. - It turns out that you were used as a decoy, your planet will not be enslaved or destroyed, I just needed an excuse to force you to fight with all you might so that we can have a great debut, this first phase of championships. - I lost. – Miraculous Woman said. - Me too. – Astro-Star said. - That was the plan, attract sponsors, bring the biggest of all monsters, debut a great monster championship, where the biggest monsters beat all the heroes and villains of Earth. Tsuki said. – I knew you would lose. Tsuki said.